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Get Behind It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Behind It was released on August 30, 2021 by SIN Music Group as a part of the album This Just Means the Album Is Coming II
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Release DateAugust 30, 2021
LabelSIN Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilbert Divante Bradford
Wilbert Divante Bradford
Songwriter

Lyrics

Instrumental
(I ain't got no opps)
(I ain't got no beef)
yea
This shit might be right or be a run on
never leave my house without that gun on
kissing bitches no but if that pussy tight
this jit might put a tongue on
ask before I nut what can I cum on
Doggie doggie ****
I'm that big kahuna
I make my soldier like yo pic then give him 6 to do ya
don't play no victim when I beef
I rather play the shooter
Can't tell the pastor I was good
Unless it's what I'm doing
My brother home this shit a celebration
10 thousand cash to say I love you and yo dedication
You took that lick when you went in on top of what you facing
This selfish chasing
we embracing
Leave some shit adjacent
Two floppy cases
one conviction plea that's not for taking
yea
see what we making
but try to take a **** from family might see a statement
we young but we get grown with them hammers
before we blatant
Sacrificing every dream that we wanted before we chase it
Chorus:
Could you see yo mama cry through yo daddy face
Burn that stick or leave it dry would you walk away
Would you walk up just to die
stand on what you say
can you ride the finish line ain't no other way
Ain't no other way around it
(Yea, yea)
we just gotta get behind it
(yea,yea)
Cause ain't no other way around it no
(nooo)
(yea)
We just gotta walk behind it
(Yea, yea)
you strapped then shoot 222 let's get this field in motion
my look say pussy I'm a vet won't even know I'm toting
Big gangsta fuck a **** click get in his shit
an choke em
Die with a stain I can't complain but I'm to clean to notice
Fixed in this sin I can't pretend birth in this resolution
spit in his face like he a bitch look up like **** stupid
flexed on his hoe bag full of coke look up like **** shoot me
He got me right death through the night
this ain't no fuckin student
Yea
battle wound encrypted street my name in tack
beef wit a **** cause yo friend
he live and you get wacked
Cut from a cloth raised on a block
Pick up the shit they lack
Heart of solider this ain't movies you cant this back
Could you see yo mama cry through yo daddy face
Burn that stick or leave it dry would you walk away
Would you walk up just to die
stand on what you say
can you ride the finish line ain't no other way
Ain't no other way around it
(Yea, yea)
we just gotta get behind it
(yea,yea)
Cause ain't no other way around it no
(nooo)
(yea)
We just gotta walk behind it
(Yea, yea)
Written by: Wilbert Divante Bradford
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